Passionately penned, Brenda. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Warm sexy and intimate…..a smooth elixir no doubt

Much respect

Naaj

This is a wonderful, intimate and tender poem , dear Crimsin! The imagery is amazing and cleverly chosen!

Lovely Brenda. This is delicate and heartwarming. Hope you had a great holiday my friend..xo

…an oasis of dreams. Fantastic, Brenda!

Sensual, symbolic, and steeped in metaphor—this feels like desire rendered as prayer.

Powerfully penned, Brenda. A very introspective write my friend. Thanks so much for sharing. Appreciate you.

Damian

This is so sweet I am sure they are going to love this.

Hahaha. This is brilliant my friend.
Where would we be without being inspired!
It just feels so good when we catch it, you know, that special feeling to grab our pens like wands and connect it to paper.
This write has my brain firing on all cylinders amigo!
Thanks for the blood/love rush!
I am honored:)

And Honoria is one of my favorite human beings.
You have me in great company!

Dear R,

I enjoyed the edginess of this write and the spotlight on two fabulously lovely people who’ve supported all of us in kindness and encouragement. Fourth stanza was very reminiscent of the previous site and watching A and S grow their love. Truly wonderful write of love. While I’m quite sure I’ve done nothing with the regard to the inspiration of this piece to get written, I’m happy to kick anyone’s back side if it gets them to writing! Beautiful poem.😘 H🌷

Dude, I’m at a loss with what to say. Yes, that happens. Lol
As I said the other day, I have an online friend for over 25 years now, because of creative writing. We all may write alone, but we revel in it in little groups.
Saturday I went day-drinking at the VFW with some other veterans. It’s been awhile and they let me know that I was missed.
An online site has much the same sentiment. it lets you know that you do matter, even a little bit. So thank you, Rob. It’s mutual.
Who knew back then that me and that punk Del would become a couple! LOL (yes, we call each other punk a lot).
A side bonus of it all is that we both got to see how “real” the other was. No fake persona, no BS. We are what we write.
I do try to be sincere and I suppose Del is validation of that.
Happy New Year, Rob. ’26 is an open world of opportunity. Snatch it by it’s hair! lol

Fantastic, Damian.

This is a dark piece, but it is really good. Thank you for sharing it.

Excellent piece.

Well look at you being all dark after Christmas:)
Each section had its own dark point of view.
I really enjoyed the stanza about evil hiding in the mundane
It reminds me of the saying in the Bible. Idle hands are the devils workshop.

Great piece amigo!

hello dearest Damian very darkly powerful ❤️

Fantastic piece of dark poetry my friend. Wonderfully executed.

Heavy hitting vibe, bro This moves the mind down some chambers

Much respect

Naaj

A bittersweet piece, so beautiful and sad! I am glad that you reassured us that you are doing well , dear Damian!

This reads like a slow descent through psychological aftermath—the kind that doesn’t announce itself loudly but corrodes over time. The imagery stays grounded while the emotion escalates, especially the idea of evil hiding in the mundane. Quiet, heavy, and effective.

I can see why others see this is dark, but I read it more as a reflective piece on darker moments. Like sitting under moonlight and remembering full darkness of troubled days…having just enjoyed the warmth of a fire and full spirit. There are definitely elements that lean into darker aspects, but if we’re not peering into those corners, are we really paying attention, or are we just living in denial? To be all sunshine and daisies in the current environment is pure folly. I don’t see dark, I see the shadows that follow us wherever we go. The hope that we still find light. Follow that muse where it takes you, my friend. It never leads you astray

this is extraordinarily noir if you don’t mind me saying .. just saying .. Neville

Dear R,

For me, in this moment I feel as though in this write, I can hear and feel the pain of loss and missing someone so much every muscle hurts. It’s a beautiful piece of love and doing ones best to keep moving along. H 🌷

I’m a sucker for people who split Spanish and English.
So this write was a pleasant surprise!
The whole poem is a gem but the ending is perfection:)

Merry Christmas 🎄

Let it out, Rob. The grief subsides, but the hole remains. We try to find a corner of our soul to store such things in, because they aren’t going away. So, we adjust. Writing is and always will be a tonic for us. You make a good medicine man.
I had a horrible habit of sticking up for anyone that needed it, back in the day. All the younger years of fighting my brother, I didn’t realize at first how good I was at it. Nowadays I have to be smarter. I’m older, etc. But… LOL
I loved your write. The capacity to find the words to convey your thoughts isn’t always easy. But you found a way, with a great result. Write on.